The Reign Of Medical Sovereign

Betrayed

"Hey! Move your Rickshaw! It's blocking the damn road!"

"Beeeep!"

A loud yell came, followed by the loud honking of the cars on the busy road.

"Sorry, everyone, I'll move it right away," a handsome young man, drenched in sweat, apologized as he moved hurriedly towards the Rickshaw, pushing it away from the road.

"Sorry for the discomfort everyone," The young man, Julian, smiled at the crowd and gave a slight bow.

But the crowd didn't care; everyone just continued their business.

"I should head home now, my wife should be back," Julian muttered, wiping away his sweat.

He had just finished his main work and decided to run some errands.

Though it was tiring in the bustling city, it was all for his wife. Besides, it still earned him some extra bucks.

Getting into the Rickshaw, Jillian started it and drove away slowly while humming away slowly.

Lost in his thoughts about getting entangled in his wife's embrace once more.

She had gone on a business trip and was supposed to be back today. He was already running late and was sure she would have returned.

The thought of this made Julian smile even wider as he accelerated, wanting to get home as soon as he could.

A few minutes later, Julian pulled up to his neighborhood and soon arrived at his apartment.

Just as he got to the front, he noticed a Mercedes-Benz parked before his apartment, blocking the spot where he usually parked his Rickshaw.

"Who the hell owns the car?" Julian muttered, a frown spread lightly across his face seeing the car, at the same time stopped a distance from the car.

"I'll find the owner later, I can't keep my wife waiting," Julian shook his head, refraining from getting annoyed, and alighted from his Rickshaw, rushing towards his apartment.

"Hey stop there!" Two bulky men suddenly stepped forward and blocked Julian's path as he was about to rush into his apartment.

"And you are?" Julian froze on his track, sounding rather impatient as he stared at the men blocking him.

"That's none of your business," The men scoffed, glaring at Julian disdain written all over it.

"All we know is that you can't go in?"

"Huh?" Julian froze hearing this.

"I can't go into my apartment?" He muttered, staring at the men in disbelief.

"Now that you've heard it, get lost," One of the men scowled, glaring at Julian.

"I don't understand, why can't I get into my apartment?" Julian frowned, still looking confused.

"That's because our boss is busy inside, now step away you punk!" The man answered, shoving Julian away rather roughly.

Julian staggered backwards and nearly fell before he was able to regain balance.

"Why did you say I can't go in?!" Julian suddenly lost it and yelled rushing towards the men.

"This is my fucking apartment! What right do you have to stop me!" Julian continued, trying to get past the men, but they held him firmly, pushing him back.

"And what the heck is the commotion all about," A lazy voice came, and a shirtless man walked out of his apartment. Besides him being a lady, scantily dressed.

"Lyra?" Julian called, his eyes widened in horror seeing the lady.

"Julian you're back, I didn't expect you to be this early," The lady answered flatly without remorse.

"But..but... You said you were going for...for a business trip..." Julian stuttered, his eyes opening wide, his body shook as he still couldn't comprehend what was happening.

"Going for a business trip?" Lyra mused as she burst out into laughter.

"You really are stupid, aren't you, Julian?"

"Your dear wife was never on a business trip," The man beside Lyra burst out into laughter and grabbed Lyra's waist, kissing her passionately.

"She has been with me all along, and has been obediently giving me everything you rarely get to enjoy," He mocked, grabbing Lyra closer, slapping her ass.

"Lyra..Lyra..." Julian stuttered, his eyes red as he struggled to hold back the tears threatening to fall off.

"But...but I've always loved you...." Julian stammered, still fighting back to hold his tears.

"I even worked menial jobs outside my regular job just to be able to provide for you..."

"I've always provided for you...."

"So?" Lyra challenged, raising her brows as she stared at Julian, eyes held disgust.

“Love?” Lyra continued, slipping into Logan’s arms.

“What can love buy? A handbag? A diamond ring? Look at you, Julian. Sweating like a rickshaw puller. You think I’d waste my life on this?”

"But..."

"Enough of that..." Lyra snapped,

"You disgust me Julian. ,Do you really think someone like me could be with you?"

"I thought you were a provider, I thought you were destined for great things, but here you are, sweating like a beggar."

"Let me tell yo,u Julian ,we are not from the same world. There's no possibility between the two of us," Lyra scowled, ruthlessness flashed in her eyes.

At the moment, Julian felt as though his world was crumbling. The one person he was working so hard for didn't even appreciate his effort.

Taking in a deep breath, and spoke, his tone resolute

"Let's get a divorce,"

"I'll send your copy tomorrow for you to sign," Julian added and turned around, preparing to leave. There was no use staying here anyway.

"Boy, your wife is good, I've never seen someone as skilled as her," Logan taunted as Julian walked away.

"Don't worry, I'll definitely handle her well and make sure I..."

"I'll kill you!" Julian couldn't take it anymore and exploded rushing towards Logan.

But just as he turned around, the two guards held him firmly and Logan's cold voice came.

"Break his limbs, I want to see what he would do once he loses a limb,"

"Yes sir!" The man nodded and the next thing that was heard was Julian's screams.

"Isn't he going to die!"

"Don't worry, even if he dies, nothing will happen."

"Alright, let's go in, I'm not done enjoying you..."

These were the last words Julian heard from the adulterous couple before the pain of his limbs being broken and the beating from the guards knocked him out cold.

But no one noticed as all this happened, Julian's blood dropped on the necklace he was wearing and it turned into a white stream of light disappearing into his body.